User blog comment:Ferretmaiden/Corsairs Of The High Seas/@comment-1366789-20110702023022

*Destiny walks steadily over to Salm, then leans down and whispers into her ear* oh, i'm a sorry excuse? at least i'm not some prostitute who acts like a spoiled child when things don't go my way... *unsheaths a dagger and presses it to the back of Salms neck* so, stop acting like an ***